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“I’m Ainelinn,” she replied, immediately smiling brightly in response and holding out her hand. It was important, after all, to be polite first and foremost. Even if you’d already been judging someone fiercely for seeing something that wasn’t there. “Nice to meet you–do your friends call you Lego or something, or is it just Legolas the whole time?”
“It’s a pleasure, Ainelinn.” Legolas accepted her hand with a firm shake, but when the woman spoke again, his fingers slipped away. In all his years, not a single person had suggested such an awful moniker. “Just Legolas.”












